January 6th, 2004


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Ten years ago today, figure skater Nancy Kerrigan was clubbed on the right leg by an assailant at Cobo Arena in Detroit; four men, including Jeff Gillooly, the ex-husband of Kerrigan's rival, Tonya Harding, were later sentenced to prison for their roles in the attack; Harding, who denied advance knowledge of the attack, received probation after pleading guilty to conspiracy to hinder prosecution.

movie stuff

Last night, hit the home base of Operative X, where Callico held a viewing of the fine ABC Family film Perfect Little Angels. It's hard to pick, but I think my favorite part was how, in a number of scenes, the music was turned way too loud, in that it was hard to hear what the actors were saying. Either that or Michael York's hypo-cane (think sword-cane, but with a hypodermic needle.) See, he's British, so he's evil.

Over the weekend, finally bit the bullet and watched Sorority Boys. It's pretty bad, but a couple funny bits snuck in there. (Many from watching Lex Luthor in a dress, falling down because of his high heels.) And the unexpected inspirational sports scene! However, some real terrifying moments as well. (PS-> Dona Quixote, this might go without saying, but this won't be your kind of movie.)

Also caught 25th Hour which was, um, OK, but long, and very Spike Lee. I didn't need *yet another* diatribe about how New York is better than every other city anywhere forever and all. I think it would have been a better movie without all the 9/11 references, which didn't seem to fit other than Mr. Lee getting something else to vent about. Also, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, impressive yet icky, all in one big buttery ball. He's like a Joe Don Baker of our generation, except he can act. Oh, and yes, that *was* Tony Siragusa! Did I mention the lame ending? Well, I just did.

Oh, and forgot to mention last week I saw the trailer for Miracle (the movie about the Americans beating the Russians in hockey.) And damn, if it won't deserve Best Costume for the hot, hot fashions.